Mrs. Satterthwaite said:
"I do not. Only a heartless woman would say so."
"Mrs. Vanderdecken," Sylvia went on, "says all men are repulsive and it's woman's disgusting task to live beside them."
"You've been seeing that foul creature?" Mrs. Satterthwaite said. "She's a Russian agent. And worse!"
"She was at Gosingeux all the time we were," Sylvia said. "You needn't groan. She won't split on us. She's the soul of honour."
"It wasn't because of that I groaned, if I did," Mrs. Satterthwaite answered.
The priest, from over his telegram, exclaimed:
"Mrs. Vanderdecken! God forbid."
Sylvia's face, as she sat on the sofa, expressed languid and incredulous amusement.
"What do you know of her?" she asked the Father.